In loving memory of...

... my stolen black top. We had great moments together, although it was sometimes hard to take you off. You were with me in the greatest parties, having you over me meant having a good time, maybe it was coincidence, but I wanted to believe you were my lucky-top. I went away for 20 minutes and someone stole you (they couldn't have taken the crappy t-shirts, noooo...). Now I'll miss you, I'll remember you, and if I ever see the thief wearing you, I will kill for you. You were mine, and now you are with someone else, hope she enjoys "you" (as Perri would say hehe), cause I know I won't have you anymore. Hm... maybe I'll try to find some other top in a shop and buy it, and I'll live happily again :)